It is said that at twilight all cats are grey. The silhouettes of rocks are carved out of the sky and assume strange forms; it is our turn to play with them, to project our inner universe in order to tell the stories which come to us from the earth. The day I came to see the remains of an ancient eruption in the middle of the desert, I spotted a mysterious, almost disturbing, being. The darkness of the sky and the absence of sunlight lent this entity a sort of clothing that I had never before seen.